ę° @sweethrted && seven sent sender  is  caught  wearing  receiverâs  clothes ęą
Sometimes Elliot plays music at the park down the street from his cousinâs. Heâll light a joint and take a walk, guitar on his back, settling on a picnic table to work on his shit. Itâs nice for a breather, especially when his cousinâs boyfriend is over and he canât focus because theyâre being loud as hell.
Thatâs when he first meets her. Sheâs in dirty clothes, curls a mess, bag between her shoulder blades and a fearful look in her eyes. She sees him and bolts at first, walking quickly in the other direction. It isnât until the next time heâs at the park that he sees her again, finally getting the courage to approach her. A couple weeks later and sheâs finally in his home after he offers her shelter, water and food.
He gives her his bed, sleeping on the couch so she can take his room at night. She never speaks, and he doesnât know how to use sign language, so they donât communicate until she starts writing in her notebook. He doesnât know much about her because she hasnât explained much, but he enjoys her company, playing music for her every morning and every night. He lends her his markers, letting her graffiti his walls, making the space her own. In some ways he was kind of lonely before her, and sheâs quickly taking up a comfortable spot in his life, offering a friendship he didnât know he needed.
Tonight he finds her curled up in his bed, dressed in his long sleeved blue shirt, the bottom of it barely covering her. It kind of takes him by surprise, because sheâd mostly been wearing clothes from his cousin until now. It makes his throat dry for some reason, dark eyes raking over her body, drinking her in. Sheâs so beautiful that itâs unfair and she look so good in his clothes that it has him kind of speechless.
âHeyâŚ,â he says softly, sitting on the bed next to her. âDo you like that shirt? You can borrow whichever ones you want. They look better on you anyway.â
it was kind of funny, the way life worked and all, how one really amazing thing could turn a tragedy into something like a fairytale. she wasnât sure what to think of elliot at first but there had been this charming allure about him, something so sweet yet odd...like how he went out of his way to make friends with the homeless girl who most people preferred to avoid, they wanted nothing to do with that. but not him, in fact he seemingly wanted everything there was to do with her. as if she was someone worth caring about, worth giving a chance too.
she likes it here, staying with him and his cousin itâs always warm and thereâs a bed to sleep in that wasnât riddled with holes and suspicious smells..in fact his bed actually smelled a lot like him and she liked the way he smelled...it was oddly comforting as she rests her head on his pillows, reminding her of the boy sheâs grown to adore.
after her shower she searches for something to wear usually sheâd go for some of his cousins things, she was nice enough to let seven borrow them until she was able to start getting clothes of her own, she did appreciate it but today she found one of his blue shirts folded up on his bed, his cousin mustâve brought in for him it looked cozy and the temptation of feeling close to him sounded nice. so she puts it on and itâs seemingly perfect the way she truly feels at home, warm and almost feels like home as he crawls into bed.
he catches her though, she can feel his eyes on her and sheâs almost ready to give him an apologetic smile until he sits down, telling her she looked better in his clothes then he did...which was kind of impossible. she lifts up for her notebook, resting her back against the wall as she writes something down. âi like your clothes, theyâre warm.â she hums, looking back before she keeps going. âbut itâs impossible to look better than you.â flashing the piece of paper towards him with a soft smile.
